Adopted By Harry Styles

Adopted By Harry Styles

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Harry Styles
I pause for a minute and look at the house. It was all dark inside except for the flashing of the television I could see through the curtains. "Okay then," I say. "I'll wait here until I know you get inside safely." Maddi nods her head and opens the rusty gate which squeaks as she moves it. She carefully turns around and closes it before walking off. She opens the door and closes it slowly. I check my phone and see that it's 10:12. I'm assuming her curfew was 10:00, if she had one, and that is why she's being so cautious. I wait a few seconds before turning away and walking off, but immediately stop when I hear an alarming noise. It sounded like a plate crashing followed by a scream.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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